A red bird was tossing volleys of salt into the gashes in the earth
\nand you were spelling out the colors of silence within yourself
\nThere was this salt in him–and
\nhe was speaking
\nto the blue-scaled universe
\nto the fury of the river locks
\nand the devastation of trees.<\/p>\n
He was saying:<\/p>\n
\u201cBring the wind
\nagainst the drowned gesture of this time.”<\/p>\n
And while you were still calling out
\nto the mute expressions of the ploughshares
\nThe red bird merged into the graceful characters
\nof the slender willow,
\nerected walls around our utterances, the silence of clay,
\nthe material of the potter, the soul of the Poem.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
To the memory of Ren \u00e9 Char<\/em><\/p>\n I am writing from this instant There where, I am living through the passage of the soul I am living in the wake of phantom armies I am writing from this instant the aftertime of the world’s end I say this:<\/p>\n Let prose go silent now *****<\/p>\n To enter the cavern places of being And Ecce homo<\/p>\n This is accomplished on the inside Behold the reflection<\/p>\n And from the confines of the work We await the very order of the real Translation from the French by Elizabeth Brunazzi<\/em><\/p>\n ABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong> ABOUT THE TRANSLATOR<\/strong> We strike, mallets in our hands We await the very order of the real By Matthieu Baumier<\/b>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":155,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-56771","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56771","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/155"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=56771"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56771\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56771"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56771"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56771"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe aftertime of the world’s end.<\/p>\n
\nTears of rain flow
\nWhere words take the secret shapes
\nOf indecipherable vigils.<\/p>\n
\nThere where,
\nStones inscribe
\nThe landscape in flames.<\/p>\n
\nAnd my eye comprehends only this silence.<\/p>\n
\nAnd I assume a smile
\nTorn from the blood of stars.<\/p>\n
\nAnd let the spirit of water spring forth.<\/p>\n
\nAnd travel in the crucible of darkened lands
\nThe prima matter of all light<\/p>\n
\nBehind the spiraling coils of the heavens
\nAnd appears as a spark
\nEcce homo<\/p>\n
\nWe recreate chaos
\nWe strike, mallets in our hands
\nWe sculpt entire continents
\nAnd see nothing of them.<\/p>\n
\nThe apparent impossible signs
\nOf the Island silence
\nwhere we are reborn at the waters’ root.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/P1040631-Copie-300x219.jpg\")
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\nBorn in 1968, Matthieu Baumier<\/strong> is a French writer and poet who has published novels, essays and Poetry. His poetry is feature by many French review and magazines. Also by Agora<\/em> (Spain), Word Riot<\/em> (USA), Ditch<\/em> (Canada), Polja<\/em> (Serbia), Poezija<\/em> (Croatia), The French Literary Review<\/em> (UK), Groenlandia<\/em> (Argentina), Poetry quarterly<\/em> (USA), The enchanting verses<\/em> (India), Literati magazine<\/em> (Australia), The Inflectionist Review<\/em> (USA), TLR<\/em> (USA), The Indian Review, Sand<\/em> (Berlin’s English literary journal), MadHat<\/em> (USA)… He is the chief editor of the French international and weekly poetry magazine, Recours au Po\u00c3\u00a8me<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n
\nBorn in New Orleans, Louisiana, Elizabeth Brunazzi<\/strong> is a poet, translator and essayist currently living in Paris.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/P1040631-Copie-420x179.jpg\")
<\/p>\n
\nWe sculpt entire continents
\nAnd see nothing of them. <\/p>\n
\nThe apparent impossible signs
\nOf the Island silence
\nwhere we are reborn at the waters’ root. <\/p>\n